"breadths" poems
Side by side, their faces blurred,
The earl and countess lie in stone,
Their proper habits vaguely shown
As jointed armour, stiffened pleat,
And that faint hint of the absurd -
The little dogs under their feet.
Such plainness of the pre-baroque
Hardly involves the eye, until
It meets his left-hand gauntlet, still
Clasped empty in the other; and
One sees, with a sharp tender shock,
His hand withdrawn, holding her hand.
They would not think to lie so long.
Such faithfulness in effigy
Was just a detail friends would see:
A sculptor's sweet commissioned grace
Thrown off in helping to prolong
The Latin names around the base.
They would no guess how early in
Their supine stationary voyage
The air would change to soundless damage,
Turn the old tenantry away;
How soon succeeding eyes begin
To look, not read. Rigidly they
Persisted, linked, through lengths and breadths
Of time. Snow fell, undated. Light
Each summer thronged the grass. A bright
Litter of birdcalls strewed the same
Bone-littered ground. And up the paths
The endless altered people came,
Washing at their identity.
Now, helpless in the hollow of
An unarmorial age, a trough
Of smoke in slow suspended skeins
Above their scrap of history,
Only an attitude remains:
Time has transfigures them into
Untruth. The stone fidelity
They hardly meant has come to be
Their final blazon, and to prove
Our almost-instinct almost true:
What will survive of us is love.
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(And I've been picking dandelions)
The rush of wind chases a wayward cloud
Over the foliage's luscious green mounds
It billows on its good fortune allowed
Feeding flowers leave stock's
roots underground
Petals bloom; centered bud's pollinations
The sun burdens and caresses at once
The bumble lost its edge to pollutants
Overcome in the tepid meadows grace
The seasons start to grow long and narrow
Encompassing the changing of our times
within their altering breadths; to and fro
It's shown upon the rocks face's in tides
She's beauty, ruffling with sents of sweet dew
And in her pluck, spring has become renewed
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
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The Day came slow—till Five o’clock—
Then sprang before the Hills
Like Hindered Rubies—or the Light
A Sudden Musket—spills—
The Purple could not keep the East—
The Sunrise shook abroad
Like Breadths of Topaz—packed a Night—
The Lady just unrolled—
The Happy Winds—their Timbrels took—
The Birds—in docile Rows
Arranged themselves around their Prince
The Wind—is Prince of Those—
The Orchard sparkled like a Jew—
How mighty ’twas—to be
A Guest in this stupendous place—
The Parlor—of the Day—
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The hazel moons sits in a
night black with mascara;
her freckles stars like chocolate
flecks in her cream skin,
and from this park bench I
gaze into that Sky hairs breadths
from my face, and understand
what a goddess she
truly is.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
I am in love with an invisible string
as it moves around in motive motions
swinging my heart to extreme lengths
singing a song in definitive heights
tounging it's mouth in unknown breadths
I am in love with something peculiar
it moves in people and street pendulums
in cities it drives a longing restless soul
it's inside the trees and soaked in barks
It's paradise taste is an eternity paste
I am in love in a dream that will settle
as we chase to the end of broken seas
where we wrestle, crest in chutes we rest
as we make love soul to soul, word on word
on the cross of pens and canvassed fends
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 7:50 PM UTC
You loved me,
to depths and breadths,
of your fertile imagination.
But refused to understand,
the love I needed.
I loved you too,
the ways you wanted,
to be loved and cherished.
Your dreams were mine,
to fulfill, to make true.
And I tried.
But in this understanding,
and not understanding,
Seeing and not seeing,
we lost each other,
to the powers of being.
What remained was hate,
in your gullet,
and still remained,
your picture in my wallet.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 7:26 AM UTC
In the tapestry of time
the soul wanders
the soul searches
the heights and the depths
the lengths and the breadths
of this universal existence
to be reunited
with the one that was separated.
As the threads of destiny unwind
each other, the souls come to find
And just as the river, merges with the sea
the two souls converge, dancing in sweet harmony.
They sing, they dance
like a deer in the jungle, they prance
Their happiness knows no bounds
the ears can only hear love’s beautiful sounds.
The flames of passion had sparks ignite
It was their time to reunite.
and what a beautiful sight
As the sky turns light
with purple in hindsight
the stars await
the coming of the night
And as the gods rained petals, in the moons white light
they danced for eternity, ending their plight.
No distance could now tear them apart
For it was etched in the universe from the start
that it is meant to be, fated to a love so true
forever, together, me and you.
May 5, 2024
May 5, 2024 at 4:29 AM UTC
They loom in the dark with bated breadths
Burdened souls and weighted steps
As the innocence in the world slumbers away
That's when they rise, come out to play
It is supposedly a kingdom of dark
Waiting to be pierced, waiting for a spark
Shedding light like jealousy sheds love
To lurk drearily in their raw alcove
They don their darkness, adorn it with their scars
Like the many universes dotted with burning stars
And so they fight the demons of life
In slumber and wake, their war for light
They carry their shackles within themselves
Forgotten like those books on dusty shelves
Ruling and ruled upon, a twisted fight
Waiting to ambush. These Creatures of the Night
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
Green cathedral bells
are felt more than heard
though some tolls chime audible
to stomach depths
heart breadths
last breaths
Jul 27, 2021
Jul 27, 2021 at 7:14 AM UTC
i see your feet
like little ships
sailing with the wind
anchored here
but sails still taut
escaping to the sea
strip not your sails
rip not the anchor
from the deep breadths
of the turquoise sea
for in your travels
surely you'll find
a wave you cannot sail
and lost will you be
in the sea of your own choosing
the rescue ships sent to seek
the promise from your lips
send the bottle
send your sails
back to flourishing shores
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 7:12 PM UTC
You pelted my stagnancy,
As gravid cloud to stone
In decrees of chaos
You rendered me to sand
And we formed breadths of creek bed
And waded amidst the other stagnant stones
Rendering them to new potential
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
I SAID I will guard my ways, lest I Sin with My Tongue* I will Retrain My Month with A Muzzle, while thy wicked are before Me* I was Mute with Silence, I Held My Peace even from Good* and My Sorrow was Stirred Up* My Heart was Hot within Me, while I was Musing, thy Fire Burned, then I Spoke with My Tongue* LORD Make Me to know my End, and what is the Measure of My Days that I may know how Frail I Am* Indeed, Thou have Made My Days as Hand-Breadths, and My ages is as Nothing before Thee* Certainly every Man at His Best State is but VaporSelah Surely every Man walks about like a Shadow, Surely they busy Themselves in Vain, thou Heaps-Up Riches, and does not know who will gather them* And now, LORD, what do I wait for.? My Hope Is In You.* Deliver Me from All My transgressions* Do not make Me thy Reproach of the Foolish* I was Mute, I did not Open My Mouth, because it was You who did it* Remove Your Plague from Me, I am Consumed by the Blow of thy Hand* When with Rebukes, You Correct Man for Iniquity, Thou make His Beauty melt away like A Moth* Surely every Man is VaporSelah Hear My Prayer O LORD* and give Ear unto My Cry, do not be Silent at My Tears* for I Am A Stranger with You* A Sojourner* as all my Fathers were* Remove Your Gaze from Me, that I may Regain Strength, before I go away and an no more IJMN*
Goodness n Mercy Shall Follow Ours All the Day Of Our Life IJM
GOD Is Our Strength
GOD Is Love
GOD With Us
GOD Bless
Blessed
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
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we make death
we eat breadths
lay in beds
bray and fret
we make death
sticks which twitch up the legs
passing through like a wish
it’s an inside your one-two tease
i stare at your shell
i want to ring your bell
just plant your hell on me
give yourself what you need
please baby please
give yourself what you need
we make death
we acquiesce
apodyopsis
feint of logic
till quite obnoxious
eat flesh in keys quixotic
lubricious sycophant rhapsodic
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC
A walk in the streets of Harare,
Once the affectionate him of her,
No longer the beaving heaven,
I used to know,
The pothole infested streets,
And the dilapidated buildings,
Tell the story,
So do the people,
And the atmosphere,
Unfortunate crossfire victims,
Of circumstances,
Poverty is written all over,
Like advertisements on billboards,
Everybody looks like a street kid,
Men, women and children,
Shops are very empty,
Yet pockets are heavily loaded,
When you stand at a shop entrance for a short while,
People come to form a queue behind you,
For anything you need,
The magic process is queuing,
Is this the hand of enemies of freedom,
Apostles of oppression,
Through out the lengths and breadths of Salisbury,
In homes, garages, Hospitals, at funerals,
Queues are the order of the day,
Harare lived,
And Harare led,
One time humble midwife,
For the restoration of your people’s peace,
An important part of their mortal bodies,
You are now a dry season for everybody,
What has now gone wrong Harare,
Who is responsible,
You decided to become nothing,
And you have become the best nothing,
Who is responsible Harare,
Shame on you.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 7:21 AM UTC
Do you see, grasp in the nowhere and nowhen
the whole picture?
Register the tedious highs, lows, widths and breadths
before your private, iridologic rainbows?
Like grasping the rims of “allness” on the path of a forest,
letting yourself grow a vertigo, fragile and docile.
Every, every time you meet up with a person,
do you encompass in your grasp, mind’s eye, all they are, all they are,
at that one very time?
My vision dims out into dependence, when glasses leave, when the forest my attendance seeks
in utter loneliness without my harmony with it weaved.
I no longer have in survival advantage
but it feels more than right to fall, give over,
I give myself fragile, more just, and fit.
In that vulnerability I can see more than
a healthy eye can: Van Gogh’s work on my trees’ leaves.
That is what all presences, forms and life’s skies are for:
fragileness, undoneness, nothingness, reasonlessness
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
Across oceans, wept
Desert **** the tears, sleep
Eyes close unseeing, gently
Snapping with every thought
Bring purse, clutched desperate
From soul to soul, unworthy carriage
Twist uncomfortably, lessons unlearned
Reliving pasts, tortured survival
Fall, into your place
Leashed, right all alone
Waddle, right; be saddled
Will, creasing great divides
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
There's a field
Planted with blooming floras all over
At the middle of it
There's a huge bungalow
You'll get to see
Harpy eagles flying around it
Just to make sure no one touches the owner
A river splits at the breadths of the field
Flowing the freshest water from the summits of the mountains behind
The splitting river leads to a beautiful sea
Making the width of the field a perfect shore for anyone to enjoy
The beautiful horizon whenever the sun sets
And at every middle of the month
When time passes twilight
You'll get to see half of the moon appearing across the horizon
Giving you the opportunity to spectate it's beauty
Baby,
That's just the place for you and me.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
I think I know my breadths and depths
but the steps of these incandescent souls,
those that have given their whole
to muscle memory,
contusions, cuts and late night
doubt filled miseries
just to fight themselves,
podium or not,
teaches me that what I’ve got,
we’ve got,
is just unknown
Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 8:38 AM UTC
To be clear;
Once you were not real;
But my God had you created from my illusion;
What I desired but never experienced,
My thoughts were for you
Whom I did not know; a ghost;
I knew what I wanted; needed;
And you were there at every turn,
I knew that a kindred heart was beating somewhere;
As pure as my innocence;
That she would be all that was good in the world,
I felt your presence often
Waking me from deep slumber unnerving;
I would daydream of you so serene
And my heart and time would stand still,
With a beauty that shone through the skin from your soul;
And I thought be it heaven or hell;
I would walk the greatest depths;
The endless breadths;
No one would stand in my way;
I would lay waste to all humankind,
But to stand at your side;
And I died each time I awoke
Not finding you there;
And I asked myself how many others
Had tried and failed to seek you out,
But I would not stop;
My heart knew you were close;
Alone waiting for someone;
To rise up from the ashes of your annihilation
Of all those that knew not your worth,
At last I have found you;
I am here to end your wait;
To vindicate my search...
© okpoet
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
what like eternal do returning oceans
feathered slightly
whitely capped
by lashes great
like eternal final hands
seas unbroken
outward sprawling
i
come again tonight
big waters
i come to thee
o
ye
of effortless forever
you shake and toil
endlessly hands
you drink me
finite infinitely
into your inky
scrape on the
horizon winks
the dapper twinkles
of red and green
lights little buoys
bobbing lights
little winking
twinklers seize
me in eternal
hands returning
fingers about me
hands eternal
(i stand upon
your breadths and upon them i'm an immutable dying sting)
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
weightless we are,
fallen of birds,
breadths within soft palms;
our spiritless flesh,
once crowned,
monarchs over the heavens;
fed from the golden spoon,
bathed in pearled beds,
clothed by spoils of war,
and that, not our own;
in dust we reign,
like withering pedals,
the wind reaps our treasures;
"oh, how the mighty have fallen"
where then is our hope ;
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 5:23 AM UTC
The words that dropped from my lips were laced with glamour. An unseen mist but breathed in by my beloved was all that I could emanate with what few syllables I could utter. What joy is there in isolation?
Their words were the briefest perfume I ever chanced to smell; brief, but honest. You can never hide your inner breadths and the breaths that keep you held together like a foggy glue.
Blue raspberry and then fifteens and suddenly my whole being is enamored of a scent that is not my own, swirling wisps of a greater, higher being. Alone, yet conformed to a blue caterpillar's wanting to leave his wall-less house yet too afraid to step one toe into greener grasses.
What beauty is there in smoke that infiltrates the mind and bares the soul? Reader, I'll tell you. It is the minimum of affections we are bound as beings to release, the inner crevices of the mind breaking free into a form more beautiful yet formless, more intricate yet dispersed than the mind itself. How is one to define this glory?
Inhaling these words as they are increases my inevitable downfall, and I can more clearly visualize my ideals crashing on the shore of my rising chest like bombs on a beach. Yet words, words, flavored words.....everyone believes them.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 9:00 AM UTC
I, the river in you aims to flow
in this world i feel secure and slow
thoughts i carry are my breaths
toe to head i cover all breadths
i chase your senses, cause to damage
distorted you, make it hard to manage
designing traps of passion willingly
make you run behind unknowingly
you die and birth with me in you
you crave for peace, you cry in you
And i the river of thoughts increasing in ego
aims to move stability, is my food to go
thoughts thoughts thoughts in you, in me
bothering to think, i know to face and flee
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
I shut my eyes and things are red
I open them and my blithe is dead
I rinse the clock and turn it back
Give me again all that i ever had
The man i loved the friend i knew
In this cosmos happiness is few
And i cry and cry and tell myself
Will the daffodils smell again,
I shout it from the ocean below
muffled breadths and garbled low
In this ocean of fear will i survive,
will i swim up and be alive
and touch the sky
that is above all the pain
Where happiness is a merry gain
Where sonnets and jove harp a string,
I would do anything
to live my dream
and wash it clean
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
I cannot tell you
What dark flowers grow in the shade
I can only say
What their perfume smells like
What nectar they sweat
When brought out to the light
Unable to bear
Exposure, steep reliance and responsiveness
I cannot tell you
What creatures lurk at night
Were I a child I would say
They surely bear great fangs and
**** the blood of innocents
Were I an adult I could tell you
They bore faces I knew
And hissed like air escaping
The dying kiss of goodbye
But I am not, so I cannot say
What desires take form from light of day
Were I like you
I could say
What breadths the world asks of us
When we seek to cross it to see one we miss
I could make a guess at
What the ocean sounds like as it sputters in protest
With inconvenient waves slapping sense into our journey
But I'm not
Nor are you
If I were really focused
Perhaps I could ask
Why
But I'm not
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC